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 BlevI became accustomed
 Eating these beats like I'm sitting at a luncheon
 Bitch don't rush me
 Roll enough weed 'til a nigga don't function
 I been in the dungeon
 Cooking this heat, shit smell like fungus
 Shit is disgusting, uhh
 Flows gon' hit like a million punches
 , I ain't never take one goddamn day off
 [?] got laid off
 Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
 Running like a madman, running like a madman
 Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
 Running like a madman, running like a madman
 Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
 I been tryna maintain through the
 Madness, the average, the dream of the lavish
 Living like a nigga never had no limitations
 I was tryna make it to another destination
 Had to tell them motherfuckers, set they reservations
 Nigga hot, more ventilation
 But the temperature is rising up
 The vision bright, it might blind you but
 I ain't never been inclined by much, I'm a diamond bruh
 Soft silk
 A cadillac I push it farther than
 Gods or men, a lane that you never been in
 Looking timid with your vision, I can tell you pretend
 A tentative stance, your chance to last, it been
 Attempt to grasp it all, really beyond them
 The writing's been on the wall to read but y'all skim
 Didn't attain it overnight my nigga, I been here
 The racing, the one that you're never convincing
 These flows of no conviction, got a cold addiction
 I been on a soldiers mission,
 I'm opposed to the contradictions and the consequences
 All that shit is non-essential,
 Tell them motherfuckers check the credentials
 Nigga we ain't living in suspension, had to fix the Wi-Fi connection
 Got a nigga feeling resurrected, my god
 I became accustomed
 Eating these beats like I'm sitting at a luncheon
 Bitch don't rush me
 Roll enough weed 'til a nigga don't function
 I been in the dungeon
 Cooking this heat, shit smell like fungus
 Shit is disgusting, uhh
 Flows gon' hit like a million punches
 What's your pay y'all, I ain't never take one goddamn day off
 I got laid off
 Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
 Running like a madman, running like a madman
 Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
 Running like a madman, running like a madman
 Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
 Can't sell my soul for the fame,
 Brought an umbrella with me for the rain
 Can't change for the change,
 Got a little bit of that and I stayed the same
 I was in the basement, tryna make it happen, I ain't had no resource
 Fucked up decor, hiding like a decoy,
 I was on a mission like the plan Ghost Recon
 Dealing with the narcissists, I never worked with the novices
 I'm tapped into where my conscience is
 Elevated to a level where you can't exist
 Breathe rare air sittin' in the seat I sit
 So what I miss?
 They lost in the fog, the mist
 Some monster shit, the sickest in the syndicate
 The scent of this'll send 'em on cerebral trips
 They play the blame game, got your mind playing tricks
 I gotta maintain, aim shoot, I can't miss
 Reload, no repetitive shit
 And I been ahead of the mix
 Anonymous, I know it is what it is
 Only so many fucks to give, it's
 I became accustomed
 Eating these beats like I'm sitting at a luncheon
 Bitch don't rush me
 Roll enough weed 'til a nigga don't function
 I been in the dungeon
 Cooking this heat, shit smell like fungus
 Shit is disgusting, uhh
 Flows gon' hit like a million punches
 What's your pay y'all, I ain't never take one goddamn day off
 [And I got laid off
 Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
 Running like a madman, running like a madman
 Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
 Running like a madman, running like a madman
 Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
 
 
		
		
	
 
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